The two men sat not far from Xuanzang. Seeing him fall asleep so easily, they were somewhat surprised.
Xuanzang was far too trusting of them.
"What do you think? Should we make a move? That monk just said he knew martial arts. If we attack him, we might not be able to beat him."
"What's there to fear? No matter how skilled he is, as long as we catch him off guard and take him down quickly, we can still defeat him. Don't worry. We'll strike after he falls asleep. I also noticed that Xuanzang's pack seemed rather heavy. It must be filled with gold, silver, and valuables."
"But there are wild beasts and demons in these deep mountains. What we're doing is dangerous. If Xuanzang stays alive, he might even be able to protect us."
The other man shook his head. "Do you really think this monk would protect us if danger arose?"
After hearing that, the hesitant man nodded as well. Looking again at Xuanzang's cassock, his monk's staff, and his heavy bundle, he nodded firmly and prepared to act.
"Don't be so hasty. We'll wait until the monk is asleep before making our move."
The two men whispered among themselves as they waited quietly nearby.
It was not until midnight that the two men slowly drew the daggers from their robes, ready to act.
The two of them slowly approached Xuanzang. Their movements were exceedingly slow; they absolutely could not wake him, or things would become very dangerous.
The two exchanged glances and raised their daggers, ready to strike Xuanzang.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The two daggers stabbed toward Xuanzang.
Whoosh!
The two men only saw a blur before their eyes. Then, their daggers stabbed into the ground, while Xuanzang, who had been sleeping on the ground, had